January 10, 2010

Releasing the moments of the day is like letting a butterfly find its way to its natural state of being, flight.

Not to be bound in a cage for viewing and speculation, but to return to its origin and the ability to flow.

We seem to have a need to ring our hands and furrow our brow clinging to a memory, rolling it over and over as though it may change its shape or have some metamorphose. We then hand it to the undisciplined imagination and assign it the task of an interpreter or prophet, looking for outcomes and answers to minimize risk and embarrassment. The fear of human judgment and rejection as well as the simple loss of the assumed status we have with others causes us cower and shrink to the whims and needs of others. Often the small truths that provide freedom are found in the flight of a butterfly.